Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Basically on starvation rations now, since my claim hasn't gone through and my paycheck from the sponsor hasn't yet arrived. On a-meal-a-day routine, with a budget of 8 bux a day. Not really fun, since I don't have a kitchen now, and I'm tired of eating out. No dhaal, yet, since I've been working my socks off everyday in the lab.
Surprisingly, am rather used to a meal a day already, since I was doing that in summer school, and for somedays in a row during spring semester. Thing is, one needs something to keep oneself occupied, especially if one is a yao kwee like me. Lock me up in a box somewhere and the first thought, presumably would be "Eh, whats to eat man."
The hunger pangs, surprisingly don't strike in the evening when I'm going to get my dinner/lunch/breakfast. It strikes at 12 noon when I'm all alone in the lab doing some long drawn out Western or something, the radio's on NPR (National Publik Radio, america's version of 95.8 fm) with the de rigueur Recomended Daily Allowance (no kidding, the presenter really said that) of Bach playing softly in the background, and everyone's in the room next door eating, and the smell of chinese homecooked food wafts from the tupperware box my supervisor and the Chinese graduate student in the lab always brings in... thats when my stomach starts to growl and i start thinking of murtabak and why-the-hell-did-i-do-summer-school-in-the-first-place-and-lets-get-some-curry-for-the-tummy-shall-we, and I'd just stare at my lab notebook and say "knn, thats life sial!"
Hunger pangs definitely don't come a-knocking when I'm cycling back to dorm from lab. No one's around to go eat with, so usually I'd be slacking in the room doing nothing until I'm bored enough to walk down to the local Subway to pick up the 6 bux roti with meat and veggies. At this juncture, I'm surprised by myself hoping that the cafeteria that serves that awful crap opens soon, just so that there is a steady source of food standing by, even if I work late and get back even later. Ah well..
Anyway, I found out that if I eat noodles and all the MSG laden stuff I have in a box in the dorm for a few days in a row, I 1) will not think clearly and will tend to screw up experiments 2) will lose even more weight with a higher rate than what I'm losing now. So the decision to eat noodles and spoil my brains is balanced by the desire to lose weight. I'm still deciding.
Summer life is soo sweet.
Surprisingly, am rather used to a meal a day already, since I was doing that in summer school, and for somedays in a row during spring semester. Thing is, one needs something to keep oneself occupied, especially if one is a yao kwee like me. Lock me up in a box somewhere and the first thought, presumably would be "Eh, whats to eat man."
The hunger pangs, surprisingly don't strike in the evening when I'm going to get my dinner/lunch/breakfast. It strikes at 12 noon when I'm all alone in the lab doing some long drawn out Western or something, the radio's on NPR (National Publik Radio, america's version of 95.8 fm) with the de rigueur Recomended Daily Allowance (no kidding, the presenter really said that) of Bach playing softly in the background, and everyone's in the room next door eating, and the smell of chinese homecooked food wafts from the tupperware box my supervisor and the Chinese graduate student in the lab always brings in... thats when my stomach starts to growl and i start thinking of murtabak and why-the-hell-did-i-do-summer-school-in-the-first-place-and-lets-get-some-curry-for-the-tummy-shall-we, and I'd just stare at my lab notebook and say "knn, thats life sial!"
Hunger pangs definitely don't come a-knocking when I'm cycling back to dorm from lab. No one's around to go eat with, so usually I'd be slacking in the room doing nothing until I'm bored enough to walk down to the local Subway to pick up the 6 bux roti with meat and veggies. At this juncture, I'm surprised by myself hoping that the cafeteria that serves that awful crap opens soon, just so that there is a steady source of food standing by, even if I work late and get back even later. Ah well..
Anyway, I found out that if I eat noodles and all the MSG laden stuff I have in a box in the dorm for a few days in a row, I 1) will not think clearly and will tend to screw up experiments 2) will lose even more weight with a higher rate than what I'm losing now. So the decision to eat noodles and spoil my brains is balanced by the desire to lose weight. I'm still deciding.
Summer life is soo sweet.
